Revenge Best Served Hot. The divorced Billionaire Wife.

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Synopsis

Chapter 1 - second chance.

A frail— looking young woman with dark circles around her eyes, dressed in non elegant clothes, with long golden hair, sat quietly pondering on the crouch with a cup of coffee in her hands.

Ding!

Message alert sounded.

It was from unknown number, so curious to who it could be, her hands trembled as she pressed open the message.

Her breath hitched as she read the cruel words: "

[ Even if you're Mrs. Reynolds, you're just a normal wife shamelessly occupying that position for five years. Has Evans ever looked at you even once? He slept at my place last night. If I were you, I'd find a rope and hang myself. You're just an interfering homewrecker. ]

"Ugh!

A homewrecker! "

Before she could recover from the shock of the message, another a lert sounded, it was a photo of her husband Evans sleeping with Cathy Hudson.

She felt betrayed, her heart and soul felt as if they were being pulled out of her body as she pressed her chest.

Slowly, she got up as she cried her eyes out , went on top of their mansion, at the balcony, she looked down.

" If there's another life for me in future..., l won't be bellied..., and stupid!

In my next life.., l will rewrite, my fate...and it shall be.

*REVENGE BEST SERVED HOT"

Then she closed her gorgeous eyes and fell off the building.

But before she completely lost her breath, as she lay down in the pool of her blood. she regretted why she committed sucide.

" I wish l had just moved on...

Or lived my life to the fullest"

Moments later, her breath ended, then her soul left the body.

The soul stood a sides looking at the body laying in the pool of blood .

" Silly kid...

What even come onto you mind?

Suddenly, a tall man dressed in black clothes with an old fashioned watch in his waist appeared next to her.

" You regret, don't you?

With a frown face, she looked at the dead body on the ground ,then looked at the mysterious man standing next to her.

" I didn't deserve to end up like this...

" What if..., your given another chance to live, would you take it?.

That question left her astonished, cause it wasn't possible for a dead person to resurrect.

" It's too late, am already dead.

" What if l can help you, rewine time!

What would you do?

" Love my life....,

Live to the fullest."

After hearing Melissa's words , the mysterious man looked at the watch in his waist, then glanced at Melissa.

" There's a price to pay...

You won't be as strong as you were, so, don't give out much blood.

And don't misuse this chance."

He then explained to her that wheever you go back through time, the process affects the body, making it weaker each time you go back through time

"Don't forget your words.

Now..., close you eyes"

Then the man twisted his watch them said.

" Am...the time keeper."

Melissa felt as if she was moving through space as her eyes where closed but she could feel motion and loud noise around her.

The next thing, she was back in her house, same spot with a cup of coffee, by the time she come back to her rightful sense, it was the sound of a message alert.

Am..am back....!

I know, you may wonder why she killed herself. Well, this is how it all started....that day.

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Ding!

A message alert sounded.

[ Go and donate blood at the hospital immediately. ]

Immediately her smile was shattered, she was stunned at the moment she saw the message, it felt like a huge blow to her chest.

As she looked at the senders name.

" honey "

Few moments later, she got another alert, it was from the bank. transfer fund : 300,000 dollars into her account.

As she was still pondering, another message dinged.

[ Don't forget to come and donate blood. ]

Ding!

[ You have received $ 300,000 ]

[ come immediately. ]

Ding!

[ Fund transfer: $300,000 ]

[ Please come to the hospital right a way. ]

In the past five years, She married Evans Reynolds, a man of great charm and looks, but little warmth.

Their marriage, which had never been built with a foundation of love, slowly imcreased into a chilling silence, echoing within the walls of their grand mansion, a place that felt less like home and more like a gilded cage.

Each day was a test of endurance for Melissa. Throughout their five years of marriage, Evans had treated her like a stranger.

Melissa sitted on the couch, her heart heavy as the weight of her life pressed down on her. It was difficult to believe that she had been married to Evans Reynolds for five years.

Five years during which he treated her more like a stranger than a wife.

Each month she found herself giving blood, not just as a donation, but rather as a necessity for Cathy Hudson, the woman Evans seemed to prefer over her.

As Melissa rubbed her temples, she felt a dull ache blooming into a throbbing pain. She had stood outside for nearly an hour yesterday, shivering in the biting cold as she waited for Evans to get off work.

Just as she was grappling with her woes, a message pinged on her phone from an unfamiliar number. With her hands trimbling, she opened a message from an unfamiliar number. The words on the screen instantly crushed whatever remained of her self-respect.

Her breath hitched as she read the cruel words: "

[ Even if you're Mrs. Reynolds, you're just a normal wife shamelessly occupying that position for five years. Has Evans ever looked at you even once? He slept at my place last night. If I were you, I'd find a rope and hang myself. You're just an interfering homewrecker. ]

" Homewrecker?"

The term felt heavy, suffocating. Melissa felt the tears spill, blurring her vision. She had sacrificed her family, her friends, and so many of her dreams to be with Evans, only to be reduced to a derogatory label.

In a single moment, her heart shattered into countless pieces.

Just when she thought it could not get worse, another notification appeared, this time revealing a photograph that made her heart plummet.

A photo followed the cruel message. Evans lay asleep, his handsome features perfectly sculpted, an art piece of serenity.

But it was the woman nestled against him—their intimacy so palpable—that made her insides churn.

Cathy Hudson's curled lips showed that she wasn't sleeping rather pretending.

"Ugh!

I won't do the same mistake...

It's time to write my new fate! "